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CHAT LOOK I FINISHED THE PMV!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FOR 1K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

heard someone say archive of our own should install a "dislike" button and I thought I should say this: no, there's absolutely no need for archive of our own to install a "dislike" button.

why? because archive of our own isn't tiktok or youtube or twitter/x where users can monetize their content. archive of our own is a nonprofit site run by fans for fans, which means every content — every fanfic — you see on archive of our own was made out of pure love and passion from the artists/authors.

ao3 authors write because writing about these characters is their happiness and passion. they write for themselves, but they were generous enough to share with you their creations.

they're not "content creators" the way tiktokers or youtubers or instagram models are. they don't "make content" for views and engagements that can be monetized.

so no, you don't get to "grade their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "say what you dislike about their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "dislike" works that are not made specifically to please you in the first place. you're just a guest in someone's house, a house in which they let you in because they were kind, you don't get to roam around their house and say what you dislike about their furniture. you don't get to roam around their house and say you "dislike their house".

of course, you can have your opinion about the house its host invites you in. but if it's a negative one and you find yourself not liking the house, the polite things for you to do is excuse yourself and leave without telling them you dislike their house.

and just because you personally dislike the house doesn't mean the house is "ugly" either. the house you dislike could be a favorite, most luxurious place to many others.

my point is, don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that you get to enjoy for free. don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that were made out of love and passion — things the artists made for themselves for fun.

it makes you look like an entitled jerk with main character syndrome. the universe does not revolve around you.

now repeat after me: don't like don't read. no one forces you to continue reading a fic you don't like. quietly leave instead of being rude to authors who write for free because writing is their source of comfort.

people are so used to contents that were made because it's a trend / contents like tiktok that were made with the main purpose of reaching high engagement and making profits that they forget sometimes things can be made out of love and be made just for fun. sometimes things are supposed to just be for people to enjoy, and if some people don't enjoy them, then they can simply leave without being unnecessary unkind.

So the top is what I have so far. Then the bottom two are my references so far.

resting

{Self Ship, Fem! Dust Sans x My Sona [Eilidh]} {had to reupload because for some reason it was rated mature when it isn’t at all.}

I love them 🩵

[dust sans belongs to ask-dusttale, my sona Eilidh belongs to me, dividers are either by sister Lucifer or other creators dividers that were reblog and/or like to use, or free to use.]

toby fox you brave brave man

Overcorrecting

Actual canon:

Furthermore:

I get wanting to distance yourself from old inaccurate fanon but recently it feels like the fandom is just being contrarian and overcorrecting so much they create a new fanon, just in the opposite direction

How to Write a Schizoid Character

Schizoid Personality Disorder (SzPD) affects an estimated 1% of the population, similar to rates of autism, but is widely overlooked both in real life and in fiction - to the point where it is often colloquially labelled "the silent disorder". This is a somewhat comprehensive guide in how to write a character with SzPD, from someone who has it.

Quick research guide

I'm writing this guide with the underlying assumption that you've already done some cursory reading into the basics of SzPD. At this point, you need to understand two things: One is that this disorder is incredibly poorly researched, due to schizoids often not seeking treatment for the disorder itself (they sometimes seek treatment for comorbidities like depression or anxiety); and two, as a result of this, there is a lot of over-simplified misinformation out there about SzPD. This disorder often gets boiled down, even by mental health professionals, to the DSM-V or IDC-10 diagnostic criteria, which are criticised widely in the schizoid community for being incredibly superficial descriptions of overt SzPD. This is the kind of case where you need to seek out the SzPD specialists or the schizoids themselves for information about the disorder.

Akhtar's profile is a good overview. Psychologist Elinor Greenberg has a quora where she answers all sorts of questions about SzPD, and she typically hits the nail on the head. Other resources include Schizoid Angst, a youtube channel run by a man who has SzPD (this convo in particular is really good). If you're interested in a deep dive, I recommend reading The Divided Self by R.D. Laing for a deeper understanding of the inner workings of schizoids, as well as the relationship between SzPD and the rest of the schizophrenia spectrum.

Understand the "root" of SzPD

SzPD typically forms as the result abuse, neglect or abandonment in childhood. Schizoids have learned through trauma that emotional intimacy, vulnerability, and dependence on other people all have the potential to harm them badly, and as a result, they tend to avoid those things. In that sense, schizoids don't have a problem with other people, per se. Understanding this fact can help you write your schizoid character with more realism and nuance.

For example, it's a common misconception that all schizoids are averse to having sex. Many schizoids are, to be fair - but plenty of schizoids also frequently engage in hook-up culture, or form other sexual relationships. Physical intimacy can be entirely seperate from emotional intimacy, and thus pose no real risk to a person with SzPD. It's also possible for schizoids to form good relationships with other people, if those relationships are based on non-emotional grounds, such as recreational interests, work, religion, etc.

You can show this in your schizoid character by thinking about which of your other characters your schizoid might gravitate towards. In general, they will feel safest with characters who place few (or no) emotional demands on them, don't place high value on phatic gestures, don't pry into their emotional state or background, respect their need for independence and agency, and so on.

Overt or Covert?

Once you've researched the disorder a bit, you need to decide whether your schizoid character is overt or covert. The overt/covert split is about 50%/50%, so neither is more likely than the other.

Overt schizoids tend to be a lot more blunt about their indifference, visibly detached and aloof, and are typically way less likely to engage in social settings (or be in social settings at all). These are the characters who have blunt affect, ie. won't have much of an emotional reaction to their surroundings, even if it directly involves them (ex. getting praised/criticised). They may have odd speaking patterns, such as stilted or vague speech, and can sometimes come across as cold and uncaring. Overt schizoids are noticably reluctant to reveal what's going on in their internal world, so they might also come across as enigmatic, secretive, or mistrustful.

If your character is an overt schizoid, think about how their behavior and personality are percieved by other characters, what kind of reactions might arise. Think about how your schizoid character might navigate these reactions - after all, they're probably used to getting comments. How do they react if someone comments on how disinterested/moody they seem? Do they tell the person to fuck off? Do they raise an eyebrow, and that's that?

Covert schizoids, or "secret" schizoids, experience the exact same symptoms as overt SzPD, but they hide it behind what's called a false-self system. You can think of it as a form of compulsive masking. Apart from perhaps vaguely eccentric behavior, you typically won't be able to tell that a secret schizoid has SzPD unless you know what you're looking for. If your character is a secret schizoid, they will behave in a way that seems socially engaged and interested, maybe even extroverted, but they will be emotionally withdrawn and safe within an internal world.

If your character is a covert schizoid, your other characters might not notice that anything is out of the ordinary with them at all - until they learn more about your character's lifestyle. Secret schizoids are not as used to being confronted about their odd behavior as overt schizoids are, and, depending on the character overall, might respond to these confrontations with awkwardness, defensiveness or confusion. Many secret schizoids are also unaware that they have SzPD, but are instead just vaguely aware that their behavior and preferences seem strange and different to other people.

Figure out the internals

An intricate internal fantasy life makes for a well-thought-out, sharply self-aware character. Schizoids spend most of their time in their own heads, so you need to have a good understanding of your character's internal world, fantasies and reflections, and how these things affect their behavior, priorities and decisions.

For many schizoids, their fantasy life is rooted in their own lives, either their past, present, or future - what-ifs, what-if-nots and could've-beens. They'll have internal "interactions" with other people they know, play out entire conversations and scenarios, and respond and react much more vividly than they tend to in real life. For other schizoids, their fantasies exist in a world entirely seperate to our own, with its own rules and structure, which they can explore to their own liking. For others yet, they think up fictional stories, sometimes inspired by real life, sometimes not.

Themes in the internal world often reflect the schizoid's own struggle with independence and intimacy. A lot of schizoids use their fantasies as a safe and sufficient way to feel "connected" to others. Others have violent, vengeful fantasies, which often juxtapose the indifferent demeanor - these fantasies tie in to the need for independence and emotional control, sometimes referred to as schizoid omnipotence.

Beyond the intricate fantasies, consider your character's moral beliefs. Schizoids tend toward idiosyncasy - we're in the "odd and eccentric" cluster for a reason. Akhtar described this quality as "occasionally strikingly amoral, at other times altruistically self-sacrificing." Take some time to figure out how this might express itself in your character, and how it is percieved by the characters around them.

Schizoids and relationships

You know how borderlines have their favorite person, and narcissists have their chosen person? A schizoid might just stumble upon someone who will become their interest person, or IP.

An IP is someone outside their immediate close family who the schizoid feels safe enough to be vulnerable with, are genuinely interested in, and who the schizoid forms an honest-to-god emotional connection to. This relationship can be either romantic or platonic in nature. If you choose to give your schizoid character an IP, make sure to emphasize how much this relationship stands out as uniquely meaningful to the schizoid - this is the one person they are even capable of having a genuine bond with, and that bond alone can keep them grounded against feelings of cosmic isolation. Your schizoid isn't likely to take this for granted.

An interesting tidbit of information is that schizoids paradoxically tend to gravitate towards relationships with highly extroverted, emotional people, to the point where the schizoid-hysteric relationships are an entire category of psychological research. Here's a really good snippet that describes how that dynamic tends to play out.

(Also keep in mind that just because a schizoid doesn't have an IP does not necessarily mean they are miserable. A lot of schizoids are capable of finding their own peace with whatever tools they have available.)

Another notable term for schizoid relationships is the controversial stock friend. A stock friend is a person who considers themself friends with the (typically covert) schizoid, and who thinks they have an emotional connection with them, but who the schizoid feels no emotional connection to, has no real interest in, and only interacts with out of convenience or happenstance. Is this immoral? Are schizoids leading people on, or are we justified in masking to avoid a constant stream of awkward confrontations, that have the potential to hurt other people's feelings? Who knows.

Splitting

You might have heard of idealization/devaluation-splitting as it pertains to borderline PD (bad/good) or narcissistic PD (worthy/unworthy). Splitting happens in SzPD as well, along the axis of safe/unsafe.

Schizoids will occasionally cut other people out of their lives, and this usually happens when they get overwhelmed with another person's attempts at emotional intimacy, or their boundaries have been deliberately or repeatedly crossed. They will often view the person as relentlessly prying, controlling, demanding, or dangerous, and will desperately seperate themself from that person as a way to avoid being consumed, or "smothered". At this point, if the other person doesn't let the schizoid get away, the schizoid might become overtly hostile. This is a fear response.

If you want to write a schizoid splitting, be aware that a split with a schizoid usually marks the end of the relationship altogether - especially if the relationship hasn't lasted for very long, and double especially if the person isn't the schizoid's IP. Once a schizoid has lost trust in someone, that trust is very, very difficult to build back up, even if both parties agree to try. Your schizoid character is going to be incredibly wary of the other person, and the relationship is probably never going to feel like it did before.

Beware of stereotypes

Every once in a while I'll encounter a story that features a character who has very obvious schizoid traits, and almost every single time, their arc leaves me disappointed and frustrated. Here are some tropes I would personally avoid writing for a schizoid character.

"He just needed love all along." Kill this trope, no exceptions. Strong emotional intimacy can erode or overpower a schizoid's sense of self, and usually leads to feelings of smothering, being trapped/crushed by the other, and losing autonomy and independence. A schizoid is capable of love on their own specific terms, but if it's on the terms of other people, they will strongly feel like it's something being forced on them against their will. They might still outwardly "accept it" as a form submission or compliance, but it will not be out of love. This trope gives me psychic damage.

"He sacrificed his life for others, which proves that he cared all along." This trope isn't necessarily bad, it just always leaves me with this impression that neurotypicals can only interpret caring when it happens in the extremes. And while it's true that schizoids can sometimes be altruistically self-sacrificing, it's kinda depressing to see schizoid-like characters die all the time. There are other ways you could show schizoid altruism that would also leave the door open for more closure for the character themself.

"He turned evil and violent." While this trope isn't quite as common as it is with other disorders, notably those from cluster B, it does still exist. So here's your friendly reminder that mentally ill and neurodivergent people are more likely to be the victims of violence than to be perpetrators, by far. I'm not saying you should never write a schizoid bad guy, you certainly can - I'm just telling you to be very careful about how you go about it, so you don't end up sending the wrong kind of message.

Conclusion

Schizoid characters are cool, and I wish there were more well-written canonically schizoid characters out there. But I'm also clearly biased, so what do I know

Seven Deadly Skeletons (my wip bad sanses dating sim) does have a discord server that I plan to reopen to yall but im gonna wait until i get a good amount posted here and some more feedback/audience before i release the link again

so stay tuned if you wanna join the community and get cool sneak peeks in the development and talk to me and other cool people WOOHOO

if you wanna help get it out faster you should totally repost my stuff and share it around so we can revive this project again that would be so cool of you oOoo you know you want to🌀🌀🌀

Artists, how did you get to drawing digitally? I used to be good at drawing (though only from reference) but I can't draw for shit on a phone/tablet/laptop.

I've been thinking about going back into drawing again, I haven't for many years. Idk if I'd still be good. But if I am, I'd love to try my hand at some fanart

Unexpected Guests: Begin!

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It’s been a while since I’ve drawn any comics, but I dusted off everything I’ve learned to turn a short fic I was working on into this! Expect silliness, shenanigans, and some feels as the story unfolds–hopefully every Thursday, possibly more frequently as my schedule allows. For now, enjoy! And I hope you’ll keep reading ^^

brush the dust out of my hair

[Killer Sans and Chara, this is not a ship at all and should never be one.]

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No matter how much you comb, how much you wash, bits of dust will always be there

Killer holds the white part of the soul, and Chara holds the red part of it in this drawing.

Inspired by one of my mutuals @howlsofbloodhounds ‘s posts.

Killer Sans and Something New AU Chara belong to Rahafwabas, dividers do not belong to me and the creators are reblogged on my blog, as they had reblog or like to use or free to use on their post.

I literally can't keep up with all these gofundme asks and messages, forgive me but I'm not doing anymore reblogs or answers for the gofundme, they just keep coming and I can't keep doing this. They come every few minutes, all throughout the day, and I'm not on here 24/7 to do this. I think it's a little too much. I understand the importance but getting asks and messages everyday is too much for me here. Please ask someone else to do all these reblogs. I already did a few hoping to help, but now they just keep coming even after I've already helped. I don't want to see anymore.

I will result in ignoring or blocking if this continues. I'm sorry for the ones they hoped for me to do something but I've already had multiple people asking and pleading as it is before you. Something like this is meant for someone that can genuinely help, I'm just a simple person, one that doesn't really communicate and can't really do much for you. So please respect my wishes, and I'm sorry it's come to this.

(like this is happening so much that it's starting to become spammy and suspicious from accounts different or not constantly contacting me over it.)

°⋆♡︎.ೃ࿔:･

{Killer and Eilidh Comfort Doodles}

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Killer has lots of stress on him and is constantly feeling tired but is unable to sleep. So, Eilidh lets him lay his head on her lap to unwind. She massages his skull and kisses his forehead sometimes, just letting the comforting silence soak in while Killer relaxed.

{Killer belongs to Rahafwabas, Eilidh (my sona) belongs to me, dividers either by sister Lucifer or other creators}

hot artists don't gatekeep

I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard

Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.

Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.

Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.

Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.

SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.

SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.

Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.

Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.

Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.

Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.

Height Weight Chart. You ever see an OC listed as having a certain weight but then they look Wildly different than the number suggests? Well here's a site to avoid that! It shows real people at different weights and heights to give you a better idea of what these abstract numbers all look like. Free to use.

New commissions poster with updated prices and information!

Week 8 - Waking Up Dead

Creator: me :)

word count: 478

notes: Implied character death.

Basically, sometimes Cross has dreams that he’s living in a past timeline, and wakes up after he died in that timeline, and he’s unsure of his reality for a moment.

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He gasped, sitting up straight as he started at the empty training room.

He remembered taking a seat, just for a rest, but he must have fallen asleep.

“Damn it,” Cross groaned, trying to stand up. “I forgot to stretch.” He was sore. 

But that was just a distraction. A distraction from the countless lives he just witnessed. Memories he didn’t experience. Times he never lived. Moments he never saw. 

Deaths he never really felt.

How many timelines were there? At least ten… right?

Each time… he was overwritten. Sometimes painlessly, suddenly, without his knowledge. Other times though… not so much.

He was not hurt. He didn’t feel pain, but dream-Cross didn’t know that. Dream-Cross felt that pain. Felt that fear. Saw the blood. Witnessed the death. Faded into nothing. 

Even when he woke up, completely physically fine, everything within him was screaming something was wrong. Something wasn’t functioning. Something shouldn’t be.

He shouldn’t be alive

He just died.

Or at least… that’s what he thought.

But looking around, trying to remember his techniques, the more he saw that wasn’t true.

The training dummies, the powered off lights, his own hands, the windows leading to the rising sun, his daggers tossed away on either side of him.

His light weight training clothes, the training room floor beneath him, the cold concrete wall behind him, his soul beating in his own chest.

Pots and pans clanging in the distance. Killer’s loud voice occupying it. The sound of his own breathing.

The reminisce of dirt and dust lingering in the air, faint hints of breakfast wafting in.

Blood.

He could taste blood in his mouth.

Wait….

No he didn’t.

That was morning breath. 

He needed to wash up, a new day had started already.

Cross sat there a moment more, replaying what he thought was reality, over and over again in his mind.

He was dying. He did die. Didn’t he? Countless times. Over and over. Timeline after timeline.

Those were him dying.

He wasn’t just dreaming. He was remembering.

He did die. He has died. He was dead.

But… then how could he see the training room get flooded with light so easily as the sun peeked over the horizon. Feel the dirt between his fingers as he was reminded it was chore-day today. Nightmare walking downstairs to the kitchen in the old, creaky castle. The reminder of the old fluff that he tore out of the dummies last night. A reminder he went to sleep last night. 

And he woke up again this morning.

He wasn’t dead.

He was alive.

He was living.

And he had to live today.

He groaned, getting up, sore all over. He steadied himself in the wall and dissipated his daggers. 

He gave another deep breath, before he walked.

Walked away, out of the training room, and into his life.

He was alive.

Atemune's Dusttale comics are SO GOOD that makes me wish so badly they were canon content because they always bring good shit around Dust, i SWEAR. They are THE Dusttale artist.

ৎ𝄢 Bride [Or Spouse, Or Husband] of Frankenstein ৎ𝄢

[Color Sans Art]

I drew this and forgot to post it, so here it is! Color’s flames always reminded me of the Bride of Frankenstein’s hair, so I thought they would look cute with it! Im pretty happy with how it came out (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

{Color Sans belongs to superyoumna, dividers belong to sister Lucifer or other}

i love it when he sits like this. boy what are you doing!!!

his ass does NOT know how to sit criss cross applesauce!!!!

art by jakei

Dust is taking you out and wanted to mess with you a lil.

Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale You belong to Dust

I don’t think I’ve talked much about having a service dog on here, but maybe I should

Boom used to be my service dog, I got him the summer before my last year of high school bcuz I needed a nurse 24/7 to ensure I could eat/sleep/stay alive due to a recent very traumatizing event in my life and my mom came up with the service dog idea.

Getting him was hard. And expensive. No trainers were up to my standards. I, who could barely take care of myself, had to train my own dog. The problem is no matter how hard I worked, my own family or other trainers would ruin it all by messing up my commands, by letting my dog do things I had trained him not to do. It wasn’t training anymore, I ended up simply having breakdowns because everyone kept ruining my dog. People close to me thought they could be an exception to the rules I had taught my MEDICAL AID because surely my DOG would learn the difference between them and strangers.

Eventually I brought him to school. Printed papers explaining what a service dog was and how to behave around him and I plastered them all over the place.

People barked at him, petted him, tried to grab his attention.

His harness was hot pink, patches and signs on it that very clearly said “DO NOT TOUCH” and shit like that.

Someone defaced one of the papers.

Going to school was already hard, I could barely leave the house, my mom had to accompany me to the school doors every morning and then a social worker at school would greet me there and take care of me throughout the day.

I had my own locker at a floor mostly unoccupied so I wouldn’t see other people much and my dog wouldn’t be too distracted.

But it was still to much and I ended up dropping out four months before graduation.

I couldn’t leave the house. I had Boom but he wasn’t perfect yet. People kept ruining him.

But eventually I managed to leave the house. Go to a shopping mall from time to time with him to just walk and have fun.

Too many times people came up to me to tell me the gear I used was hurting my dog. Too many times people came up to me to tell me that their own dog died. Too many people came up to him and pet him without even acknowledging my presence. Too many people telling me they wished they could bring their pets anywhere. Too many people disrespecting me and my service dog.

I stopped going out. I stopped being with my dog.

All this stress and trauma drove a wedge between my dog and I. I consider him my mother’s dog now.

I had to learn to handle myself alone when I went out. It took me years to learn to go out by myself. Only last year I started doing that.

My dog doesn’t live in my room with me anymore.

Having a service dog did still save my life. But those around me ruined that. They made it about themselves. They prioritized my dog over me. My dog that LOVES working. If you tell him “do you want to go to work” chances are he’ll get so excited he will attempt to do a backflip.

We used to have a deep bond. That bond is now broken. People took that from us.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is:

Let people and their service dogs alone.

You are not an exception.

You are not special.

You are disrupting the dog’s training and distracting it.

You are endangering a human life because you can’t resist petting the cute dog.

This isn’t about you. This is about a disabled person trying to simply live their lives.

You don’t know what you’re talking about, your advice is unsolicited and lacks understanding of what the life of a working dog is.

Just leave us alone.

[VOID]!ALPHATALE ALPHATALE: REIMAGINED

Original Work by @vibeless15

Reimagined by CrystalVA

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Chapter 7: Try Something New

William woke up in his bed, it's his birthday again. "Adam's asleep... Guess I'm up early..." William rubbed his eyes and stretched, "Did you sleep well, blue prince?" William looked down to see the ghost flower on his bed, "Hey there, you scared me for a second..." William stood up and quietly put his jacket on, making sure not to wake Adam, "Well, how much do you remember?' the flower asked curiously, "I remember everything a lot clearer this time... Normally, I only remember it like a dream, but now everything is so clear. It's weird..." William sighed, hoping the conversation was done so he could move on and just live out his birthday normally. "You are aware that many more [RESETS]s have happened than just what you remember, correct?" The flower looked on curiously, "Astral Mother made sure I knew... One of her little experiments was testing and training [RESET] awareness... I'm pretty sure I'm the only one between me and my brothers who even somewhat remembered anything..." William looked down, sadness filling his expression, "hm... Well, I do hope you don't think everything will be fine after this. Your mother is very upset about her Genocide run." The flower said as it began disappearing, "Don't call her my mother. She lost that title long ago." William said sternly. "Of course, my apologies. I'll see you around, blue prince." The flower fully vanished.

Adam woke up a few moments later, "Oh shit- you're up early!?" Adam got up, excited he didn't have to wait to dig into the cake Quenya had prepared overnight. The morning went mostly as it did before, only noticeable difference being William's tiredness and the lack of a need to wake him up. "Hey, Will! You good? Ya look dead." Adam said as he stuffed his face with the last bit of cake on his plate, "W-what? Oh! Yeah... I'm just really tired, I'm fine." William shot up from his slouching position, "Anyway... We got any plans for the day?" William turned to Quenya, who had finished washing the dishes and rounding up the Temmies, "Hm? Well... Yes actually!" Quenya excitedly stepped towards the table where Adam and William were sitting.

Quenya revealed the tickets for the ARA Resort, which William tried to act surprised about. Everyone got ready as they did the first time around, and left for their day out. This time around, the three got to enjoy a wonderful show from Aurora without so much as seeing Astral Mother or Frisk. The next day started similarly, with William surprising Adam by being awake before him and the two going downstairs for a meal, normal breakfast instead of cake this time, much to Adams disappointment.

"Now that you're stuck here eating... I've heard you two are failing gym. Somehow I don't think it's because you're not 'fit' enough for it. What's going on?" Quenya leaned forward, starring William and Adam directly in the eyes, "Hey! It's not our fault they don't like us just because we're 'royalty'!" Adam was clearly upset, and William was trying to pretend he wasn't skipping classes. "That's why you impress them so much they can't fail you!" Quenya dramatically flexed as she shouted, "Mom... You bent your fork..." William pointed at the fork in Quenya's hand, "Ah! Shit! Whoops..." Quenya tossed the fork in the trashcan and grabbed a new one to finish her breakfast. Once the three finished breakfast, Quenya hurried William and Adam out of the house to be on their way to school.

The two walked towards the school, with Adam far in the lead. Adam reached a turn, where they saw Ares, Jacob, Chara, Delios, and Frisk all standing together, "Oh? HEY GUYS!" Adam shouted as he sped up even farther ahead of William, who started slightly speeding up. Adam ran up and aggressively hugged Ares, "Hey, watch out for the book!" Ares shouted, causing Adam to shift to a side hug, "Thank you." Ares said as he returned the hug. Adam looked up at Jacob, who had bandages on his head and arms "You look great today..." Adam said, patting Jacob on the back, "T-thank you..." Jacob said before looking towards Delios, who shot him a nasty look. "Sooo... What're you guys doing here?" Adam asked, "Chara said he had some news to tell everyone." Delios answered. Frisk ignored everything while leaning on a brick fence.

Finally, William rounded the corner and saw everyone. Chara noticed William and quickly ran and hugged him tightly, "...You did it..." Chara whispered, "Heh... I sure did..." William softly chuckled. "Now... What I wanted to tell everyone is... Me and Will are dating!" Chara excitedly announced, to which Delios and Frisk just walked away, "Sorry, but that's not all too surprising." Delios said before he disappeared behind a corner. Adam lightly smiled, "Can't disagree with Del on that... But I'm happy for ya anyway!" Adam said before giving Jacob a soft hug and continuing on his way to school with Ares while Jacob walked back to the castle. "W-what just happened?" William asked, stunned by the situation, "An announcement no one cared about, that's what." Chara answered, unaffected by the situation. "Huh... I guess that's that? It's 'official' now?" William asked as he started back on his way to school, "Yep! Sure is. You earned it after the last timeline." The two embraced each other for a moment before going their separate ways for the day.

A Few Hours Later...

William took a detour to the garbage dump near Waterfall City, where he let himself drift down stream on top of a pile of garbage and think. Now that him a Chara were actually a couple, he felt like he needed to think about a lot of things in involving being in a relationship, like his schedule and places to bring Chara. Like a waterfall. "A waterfall would be nice... Wait... OH FUCK!" William shouted as he fell down a pit deeper into the underground, "Ow... I definitely sprained something...." William said as he rubbed his right shoulder, "Ugh... Where the fuck am I?" William looked around, seeing nothing of interest other than a lone training dummy placed on top of a small pile of trash, "hm? That's... Odd..." William thought as he grabbed a metal rod and poked the dummy. "HEY! Do you just poke random people trying to sleep!?" The dummy erupted in anger, "Uh... Sorry, I didn't realize you were... y'know... alive. My bad." William apologized as he tossed the metal rod to the side, "Damn right it is! Now you're gonna sit here and listen to me complain about life as punishment!" The dummy shouted, with complete seriousness. "Do you... need someone to talk to? If you're lonely just say so, I'll listen for a bit." William said as he sat on an old crate that was barely held together. "W-what...? Really?" The dummy instantly softened, "I-I... Ok..." The dummy tried to put its aggressive mask back on, but realized it would be useless.

The dummy shared a lot, but Astral Mother was the primary reason for the dummies anger, and why it was stuck down there. "THAT BITCH TRICKED ME! She said I'd get a new body for my ghostly form, but failed to mention it was just to be a more realistic training dummy! The audacity! The audacity! Obviously, I wasn't gonna LET myself be cut and beat! So she threw me down here! THE AUDACITY!" The dummy continued shouting about the audacity of the situation as William silently looked at his muddy reflection on the dirty water. "RAH! SHE DESERVES DEATH! Wouldn't you agree!?" William stood up and smiled at the dummy, "She really does... Sad she's nigh untouchable..." William whispered as he teleported just outside of Snowdin and walked home. "She really does..." William reflected on his time with the dummy all evening.

During all of this, Frisk, Delios, and Ares were forced to listen to Jacob's screams as he was experimented on by Astral Mother. "So annoying..." Frisk groaned as he sat on a chair near the corner of the main room in the castle. "Shut up." Delios stood in front of Frisk, anger filling his eyes. "Since when did you care about any of these rats? I thought you couldn't care less, as long as they were useful." Frisk thought back to the previous timeline where Delios had been more affectionate. "Honestly... I couldn't tell you, but I don't care. Shut up." Delios said, stemming like he's mixing his "normal" personality with the more kind personality he experienced in the previous timeline. "... How strange, I don't seem to give a shit." Frisk said before shutting his eyes to take a nap, "You brat!" Delios shouted as he summoned his massive hammer and prepared to crush Frisk, but was stopped as Ares jumped in front of him, "Stop! If you're gonna fight someone, fight the actual problem!" Ares shouted as he looked towards the entrance to the secret lab. "She's why any of this is going on at all..." Ares sighed as he picked up his book he left on the ground, away from Delios's hammer.

2 Years Later...

William fell asleep on the couch the night before. He woke up to the pleasant sound of embers hopping around the fireplace. "Things are so... peaceful. I really thought everything was just gonna go to shit again... but... I can't feel safe with her in charge... No one can. She's up to something... I know it." William thought to himself as he slowly got up and made his way to the back of the house. Quenya was training in the backyard, striking the dummy with massive amounts of anger in every strike. "Hey, mom! I have a question!" William shouted, causing Quenya to stop, "*huff* *huff* Yeah? *huff* What is it Will?" Quenya grabbed a towel on the backyard fence and wiped some sweat from her forehead, "If I were to plan to kill the Astral Mother... Would you help me?" William asked, bluntly and with complete sincerity.

"WHAT!? ARE YOU INSANE!? HOW CAN YOU SUGGEST THAT!?" Quenya grabbed William by his shoulders and yelled. "Well- If we just make a plan, I really think we can do it!" William released himself from Quenya's grasp, "WILL! She has a leash on EVERYONE! She has greater power than I could even imagine! And... She has an even stronger leash on me... and I'd rather die than risk hurting any of you... Please, we can survive like this..." Quenya's voice became softer and quieter. "Mom... What'd you mean? What did she do to you!?" William realized just how little he knew about his moms life before him and Adam showed up. "William... let's go inside... Adam deserves to know what I'm about to tell you..." Quenya relaxed her body, walked inside with William, and told him to take a seat on the couch before going to grab Adam.

Quenya returned a minute or so later with Adam shortly behind. Quenya began explaining what prompted the sudden family meeting, William's question. "Will!? You wanna go that far!?" Adam agrees with the sentiment, but wouldn't go as far to suggest assassination. "As if she doesn't deserve it..." William mumbled. "Now... Onto why we're actually here. I need to tell you two something..." Quenya started explaining how Astral Mother created her all those years ago in the Great War of Human and Monsters. "Why does that mean anything!? Are you sentimental towards her just because she made you!? Is that why!?" William was more confused than anything. Was it really just because of sappy sentimental reasons that Quenya couldn't even consider this? "No! If you let me finish, you'll understand!" Quenya raised her voice and quieted William. "I... have a chip, of sorts... it gives her complete control over me anytime she pleases... It would... explode if we tried to take it out. I want nothing to do with you two dying... Especially if it's by my hands..." Quenya slowly explained as tears formed in her eyes, "Just let us live quietly... Everything has been so peaceful recently..." The tears in Quenya's eyes began falling, "Mom... We all know it won't last... Plus... I know something you don't..." William got up and hugged Quenya with Adam joining the hug, "W-what? What do you know?" Quenya stared curiously at William, "A lot..." William sat down and began attempting to explain everything about [RESET]s and everything they've forgotten.

"Wh-what? None of that makes sense... But, those stories... They feel... so familiar..." Quenya started shaking with fear. "That... That... THAT HEARTLESS BITCH!" Or... maybe rage. Adam shot up from the couch, "William... How can I help?" Adam still felt hesitant about killing, but he knew if anyone deserved it, it was Astral Mother. "Before anything, I have to figure out how to deactivate the bomb in Mom's neck..." William walked over to Quenya, "Where's the chip?" William asked, "it's in the nape of my neck, do what you need to get it out so I can kill that bitch!" Quenya was fired up. William began feeling around the back of Quenya's neck, seeing if the chip was deep or surface level. "Of course... It's too deep to feel... I assume I won't be able to expose the chip without it exploding... I gotta think about this..." William sat down and closed his eyes for a moment to think. "Mind if we help?" Said a voice from near the front door. "Who- Ares!? Delios!? What're you-" Adam reacted to them first, "Calm down... I came by to visit, and brought Dell with me. We heard what you were talking about... We wanna help." Ares approached William. "I can help disarm the chip. Grab my hand Will." Ares reached his hand out, which glowed a purple color.

William grabbed Ares's hand. He almost instantly felt different. He could see through things! He could see Quenya's skeleton, and the chip. "X-Ray vision!? How the hell did you figure that out!?" William was shocked. He had no idea purple magic could do something like this. Normally purple magic was virtually only used for defensive purposes. Ares didn't respond, he looked at William's chest with a look of worry before quickly letting go of William's hand. "W-What was that? What'd ya see?" William didn't get a chance to look down and know. "It's nothing to worry about... I think the magic was just messing with my head..." Ares was terrible at lying. "Ugh... I'm not gonna stop thinking about that... Whatever! I think I can deal with the chip..." William ran to the kitchen and grabbed an apple to show what he was planning. "Ares, can you make it so I can see the seeds of the apple?" William reached his hand out, "uh... Yeah, sure." Ares grabbed William's hand again. This time, the vision wasn't quite as strong, but enough to see the seeds. "Ok.. if I just..." William got close to the apple and hovered his hand over it, glowing with his blue magic, slowly moving his fingers. Within a few seconds, William phased all the seeds out of the apple, separated into their basic pieces. "Amazing..." Everyone said out loud, "I am so glad that worked... Ok mom, lean your head down." William said as he finished repeating the process to all the seeds is the apple. "Alright... Let's get this over with..." William said as he held Ares's hand and hovered his free hand over Quenya's neck. "Ok... Disable the explosive and bring the pieces out... easy..." William thought to himself as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

After a few minutes of very careful handling, the chip was slowly phased through Quenya's neck in hundreds of its separate pieces. "Hooooo... Thank everything..." William said before he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted because of such precise use of his magic.

An hour or so later, William woke up on the couch surrounded by Quenya, Adam, Ares, and Delios. "Jeez..." William slowly got up, "Finally, now we can move on to the next step, getting enough people on board..." Ares said, instantly getting to thinking, "Actually... About that. How'd you get... him... to help?" William asked, pointing to Delios, "Ah, of course. I made him aware of Astral Mother's brainwashing. That wasn't too hard once I found out what method she was using." Ares said casually, "Wh-what? How the hell- nope. Just gonna stop here and accept it. You'll turn this into a college lecture on brainwashing if I ask." William said as he relaxed into the couch, "...Fair enough. Now, onto recruitment. We have, Me, William, Adam, Quenya, and Delios. Jacob and Chara shouldn't be difficult to get on board. Frisk could be an issue... He's far deeper under Astral Mother's influence than Delios was. Muffet could be good to get on board, she already leads riots against Astral Mother, so that's a pretty clear ally."

"OK! You're starting to ramble. Let me handle our assistance." William interrupted confidently, "...I suppose you are a better person to talk to people than me." Ares settled his thoughts. "Although, I will need your help with Frisk!" William requested as Ares and Delios left back to the castle for the night. "Leave it to me!" Ares shouted before fading out of view.

END OF CHAPTER 7

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IT'S DONE! Dust fans come get yall juice (or not, if you want :3)

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A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.

You show up for your first day at Copyright-Free Magic School. As you're going through orientation, you're informed that all new students get a school-assigned familiar that they are responsible for housing and maintaining. The staff member assures you that your assigned familiar is appropriately chosen and reflects you in some way.

Spin this to find out yours. (Remember, you are responsible for maintaining this familiar in your dorm room.)

you just got press crow'd. reblog to instantly press crow your friends

This ain't an ask, but I want u to know that there is someone on yt that is named ShinyZero, and is using ur art as there pfp

Just thought u might wanna know that

...sigh. yes, sadly I'm aware of them.

I was supposed to make a callout post about this user sooner, but then things got in the way, and it ended up crossing my mind.

Both on YouTube and Instagram, there is this one user who goes by ShinyZero who has been tracing and using my art, as well as impersonating me to a degree, using my sona as if it was them, and all the such.

(And btw, their IG got actually changed shortly after I discovered them. When I first saw them, their description was eerily close to mine.)

I have tried to report them on both platforms for impersonation but it got rejected. I may try again using a different reason for reporting, but yeah if you see this user around, it's not me.